I am trying really hard not to be annoyed, because really, what good is there in that? I could go on here, but it would likely sound lame and whiny. So I'll just simply leave it at the fact that it's Monday morning, I have PMS and I am annoyed. But I'm trying hard not to be: does that count for something?

I have to spend the day writing about something that is completely boring and uninteresting. A deadline looms and I fear I won't make it. Because when I am terribly bored by my own words and the research I must do, I tend to wander to the fridge, and then the TV, and then browse the wonderful world of the web. I might start here and then make my way over to here for a bit of real information, check out this to see what I'm missing...if I'm really bored I'll slip over here for awhile and then the real lethargy slips in and I'll end up here, here, here, probably here, and maybe even here!

Well, I've obviously got some important work to attend to.

What distracts you from otherwise meaningful employ?

This entry was posted on Monday, May 07, 2007 at 8:48 AM.
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The thing that seems the most difficult--that's what I can't get done. But, plow forward--it might come easier than you think. Have a better day. And, I love lemon poppy seed cake. muffin. whatever! :)

Well, for me at the moment, the better question might be, What doesn't distract me from otherwise meaningful employ? Once I'm done with my thesis (due on the 23rd, so almost free!), I'll be back to ordinary levels of distractedness, mainly blogs and conceptis puzzles (conceptispuzzles.com)

I know what you mean - back in the days when I had urgent things to do...everything distracted me, everything was a million times more interesting than what I had to do. The good part is when you get it done, it's such a satisfaction :DGood luck!

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